Sunday, June 27, 2010

Ride to Oklahoma










This weekend we rode to Kingfisher and Cashion, Oklahoma with our friends. They have family in Kingfisher and my family lives in Cashion, only about 17 miles from each other.

The ride started out at Town and Country Restaurant with a huge breakfast at 7:30 a.m. on Saturday. After great conversation we hit the road at 8:30 a.m. Along the way we stopped just outside of Caldwell, Kansas on the Chisholm Trail then to Medford, Oklahoma on to Enid, Hennessey and finally Kingfisher. We arrived in Kingfisher around 12:20 p.m. Hot, tired and ready for cold beer. We sat and talked until about 2:30 p.m. and Luke and I headed for Cashion. My mom was there waiting with homemade bread and snacks....the most important part was the Lemon Merange Pie. LOVE IT!

This weekend was my 51st birthday, it would have also been my dad's birthday (79). After almost 11 years, I still miss him terribly. As we drove through the small towns and past all of the fields being cut or plowed, I just keep thinking about him. He would be very busy right now! He worked hard, took care of his family and was a fantastic dad.

The smells of freshly cut clover, plowed fields with the dirt blowing, smoke bellowing from burned fields and every co-op busy with trucks moving in and out seemed to be the normal activities for these small towns. Our biggest problem on the road this weekend.....combines and tractors. We were in their way and believe me, we moved!

It was hot and dry but the ride was spectacular. My mom's flowers are beautiful and the moon flowers were huge. I so much enjoy sitting on the deck listening to the birds and watching all of the butterflies in the flowers.

The pictures are just of random things; the long road back home, a combine we had to yield to, old barn off of the road, the clouds with the sun trying so hard to break through and a few of my mom's flowers.

Enjoy the week, Eagles concert on Wednesday so I hope that I have some interesting thoughts afterwards.

Peace and love, Pam

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Home Alone

No pics tonight, just thoughts...aka musings! I am home alone tonight, relaxing from the Michael Buble' concert last night at work. Honestly, the quiet is amazing and I am enjoying it.

We are riding to Oklahoma this weekend to see my mom. It will be my 51st birthday on Sunday. It was my dad's birthday as well. I miss him terribly! Taken from my life far too soon to cancer. He was a gruff man that I respected tremendously.

More this weekend - pics too!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Old Mill, Oxford, KS







Our ride today took us to Oxford, Kansas to the Old Mill. When we left our house at 8:00 a.m. the temperature was about 80 degrees; when we arrived back home around 5:00 p.m. it was a toasty 98 degrees! Hot, windy and tired but so happy to have ridden today.

The Kansas two-lane roads always fascinate me. When you drive through the town the locals always wave; you can smell food cooking and the kids just ride and play freely never thinking about not being safe.

If you did not know where the mill was located in Oxford, you would go right past the gravel road that takes you there. Yes, gravel...no fun on a motorcycle. The mill has been around since 1871. The entire area looked abandonded but the houses had dogs and chickens roaming about. One of the ladies in our group said she felt like we were being watched. We could not see them; but we are pretty sure they could see us.

I am always drawn to the strangest photo opportunities; the old mailbox, the old truck, antique windows and doors and the mill. The fire escape on the back of one of the mills was so scary! It was straight down. Probably 140 years ago it was state of the art, today, NOT!

Living and working during this time would have been incredible. The newspapers were just being published, photography and train travel were the rage. As I stood there today looking through one of the windows I wondered about the people who worked there and how their lives must have been. I love history and learning about those who blazed the trail for the rest of us. Had it not been for them, I would not be standing there today.

Enjoy the pics, go blaze a trail for someone too!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A Letter From Afganistan

I do not want this blog to be political or religious, just things that cross my mind. However, today, I received an e-mail from my oldest son Caleb with a letter attached that was written by a Marine in Afganistan. It is listed below - read it, think about it and whatever your opinion is about the war, just remember these soldiers are far away from home. Peace!

From a Recon Marine in Afghanistan
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From the Sand Pit it's freezing here. I'm sitting on hard, cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush Mountains , along the Dar 'yoi Pomir River , watching a hole that leads to a tunnel that leads to a cave. Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles.

I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to fifteen seconds to avoid another scorpion sting. I've actually given up battling the chiggers and sand fleas, but the scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod. Hurts like a bastard.. The antidote tastes like transmission fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it in my pack.

The one truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it or not, they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink water. That requires couriers and that's where an old bounty hunter like me comes in handy. I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances and storage facilities, type the info into the handheld, shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware. We bash some heads for a while, then I track and record the new movement.

It's all about intelligence. We haven't even brought in the snipers yet. These scurrying rats have no idea what they're in for. We are but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the eradication to begin.
I dream of bin Laden waking up to find me standing over him with my boot on his throat as I spit into his face and plunge my nickel-plated Bowie knife through his frontal lobe. But you know me, I'm a romantic. I've said it before and I'll say it again: This country blows, man. It's not even a country. There are no roads, there's no infrastructure, there's no government. This is an inhospitable, rock pit shit hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes. There are no jobs here like we know jobs.

Afghanistan offers two ways for a man to support his family: join the opium trade or join the army. That's it. Those are your options. Oh, I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed beetle paste and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if that's your idea of a party. But the smell alone of those 'tent cities of the walking dead' is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.

I've been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks, and Turkmen and even a couple of Pushtuns, for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I can say for sure: These guys, all of 'em, are Huns... actual, living Huns.. They LIVE to fight. It's what they do. It's ALL they do. They have no respect for anything, not for their families, nor for each other, nor for themselves. They claw at one another as a way of life. They play polo with dead calves and force their five-year-old sons into human cockfights to defend the family honor. Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other's barbarism. Cavemen with AK-47's. Then again, maybe I'm just cranky.

I'm freezing my ass off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is running out of juice, and I can't recharge it until the sun comes up in a few hours. Oh yeah! You like to write letters, right? Do me a favor, Bizarre. Write a letter to CNN and tell Wolf and Anderson and that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban 'smart.' They are not smart. I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary because the word they are looking for is 'cunning.' The Taliban are cunning, like jackals and hyenas and wolverines. They are sneaky and ruthless, and when confronted, cowardly. They are hateful, malevolent parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else. Smart. Pfft. Yeah, they're real smart.

They've spent their entire lives reading only one book (and not a very good one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be products of the devil. They're still figuring out how to work a Bic lighter. Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen; eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it.
OK, enough. Snuffle will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole. Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I'm good at it.

Please, I tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the TV sets and move on with your lives. The story line you are getting from CNN and other news agencies is utter bullshit and designed not to deliver truth but rather to keep you glued to the screen through the commercials. We've got this one under control The worst thing you guys can do right now is sit around analyzing what we're doing over here, because you have no idea what we're doing, and really, you don't want to know. We are your military, and we are doing what you sent us here to do.

Saucy Jack
Recon Marine in Afghanistan
Semper Fi
"Freedom is not free...but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your share".
Send this to ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS so that people here will really know what is going on over there.-

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'

Monday, June 14, 2010

Hard Rock Cafe & Casino







We rode to the Hard Rock Cafe & Casino in Catoosa, Oklahoma on Saturday, June 12, the night after the Tim McGraw concert. I was so tired I was actually afraid I might fall asleep on the back of the motorcycle. When we left Wichita, there were 7 bikes and 10 people in the group. The weather did not look promising at all; overcast and kind of cool.

We left at 8:30 a.m. and arrived in Catoosa at noon. I am not into gambling at all but did enjoy the Hard Rock, the memorabilia is very cool. Their "SAVE THE PLANET" slogan really has not meant much to me until I actually stood and stared at it. Now more than ever, we do need to save the planet, oil leaks, spraying the strawberries in California with poisons and too many other things to list in this blog! The other item that really caught my attention was the song lyrics around the ceiling "Well I have never been to heaven, but I've been to Oklahoma"....love it!

Nope, I did not win any money but I did lose $10. That was enough for me!

On the way home it was hot and so muggy. We ran into a small shower which felt great. When the sun finally did come out, it was hot. We shed some clothes, stopped for water and we were off again. Our ride was a total of 403 miles, the most we have ever ridden in one day. Trust me, my ass felt every single mile of it.

The sun through the clouds was beautiful. The road seemed to go on forever. We passed the old barn and I was afraid I would not get my camera ready in time to get a pic, when I got home and downloaded it, I was surprised it actually turned out.

Just a few pics from the ride, nothing ever compares to the real thing, but I am trying.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Just starting!

Here we go, this is my first post to my blog. Hoping soon to add some pics. I enjoy writing and sharing my pictures. While this will not take the place of my journal, guess the Foster in me can't give that up, I will try to keep up with the blogging! My grandfather kept a journal from 1958 until the day he died in 1977. I guess I am just a little like him.

I have learned so much this year, things I thought I would never accomplish, started a new job and have learned three new types of software, had to learn how to use an iphone and now blogging! Who knows what's next.